Cold frost blew from my open mouth as I stayed crouched behind a fallen tree. I blew hot air onto my left hand, attempting to warm it up. It had to have been about late November or early December now, and it was getting mighty cold. We needed to find a more permanent place to stay. This moving around wasn't good for anyone, especially with how cold it has been outside. No snow, thankfully, but it was hard finding thicker coats for all of us. I was pretty lucky with my grey hoodie and now a brown leather jacket that I had found about two days ago. It was doing the job. A little hard to move with all the layers I had on, but it was working out.

I looked to my left at the man crouched next to me. I smiled softly as the redneck fiddled with his crossbow. He looked pretty warm right now and I smiled at that. It made me let out a laugh looking at his new wardrobe. Daryl had on a long sleeved plaid shirt with sleeves attached for once, his leather vest, and a new addition that he had taken from Hershel's farm, a horse print blanket turned poncho. Blue eyes flashed my way, making me blush, but not deterring my grin.

"What're you laughin' at now? Yer always laughin' at me." I heard his hushed gruff voice, those icy eyes trained on me. I just shook my head letting out another giggle, leaning against the tree.

"You, Clint Eastwood. That poncho working out for you?" I asked with a grin as the man just scoffed. The corners of his mouth did pull up a bit though.

"You even old enough to know who that is?" I rolled my eyes and gave him the finger, before looking over the fallen tree we were hiding behind. Squinting my eyes to see if I could spot the buck we'd been tracking, grazing in the distance. "Ya see 'im?

I shivered slightly, feeling Daryl's breath on my neck as he got close to speak more quietly. "Yeah… He's too far for me to reach with my bow though. Your crossbow should do the trick. Shoots faster and farther." I mumbled motioning to his weapon. Daryl stood up quietly, taking aim for the grazing deer. As soon as the buck's head popped up, Daryl shot a bolt clear through its head. It amazed me how fast he was and he barely moved to reposition his crossbow when the deer's head popped up. Standing up I grinned wildly at the shot deer. "Nice shootin'. You're a natural like Monco!"

Daryl gave me a look of disbelief, making me laugh as I made my way over the fallen tree, hobbling a little, and started heading towards the deer. My ankle never really did heal correctly, leaving me with a permanent limp. I could still run if I needed to and the limp didn't bother me then, it just hurt like a bitch at the end of the night. "Yer on with this Clint Eastwood shit. How old are ya again?" He asked, following after me.

Rolling my eyes, I walked up to the deer, yanking the arrow out of the deer and handing it to Daryl. "Twenty-five Daryl. I watched those old Clint Eastwood movies with my dad." I stuck my tongue out at him as yanked the arrow out of my hand with a glare.

"Yeah well 'm old enough to be yer daddy. So show a lil' respect." He groused out, cleaning the arrow with his red rag he kept in his back pocket.

I let out a loud laugh and used my hand to stifle it a bit. I didn't want to attract any walkers coming our way. I just earned a mean glare from Daryl and I could only smirk at him. "Is this your way of telling me you have a daddy kink, angel?" I asked, smirking even more as his face flushed scarlet. I just got a quick 'shuddup' as Daryl walked over to the deer giving it a look. His blue eyes went upward and he squinted a bit, pointing in front of him.

"Ya see that?" He asked as I took a stance next to him, trying to see what he was pointing at. I took a few steps forward, grinning to myself a little. It was a house. A small one, but a house none the less. Also by how it was hidden this far in the woods, it might not be ransacked either.

I tugged on Daryl's arm, grinning wildly. "C'mon! There might be supplies in there that we could all use!" Daryl pulled back, giving me a skeptical look.

"What about the deer… 'an we've been gone a long time. Should get back to Rick. We can tell 'im we saw it an' come back later." He looked between the house and the deer. I rolled my eyes walking towards the house.

"The deer will be fine, angel. Rick will be fine. Let's just check out the house and see if there's anything inside we can use. If we see walkers we'll come back to the deer and make our way back to camp. It's worth a shot. Lori's getting big and needs new clothes all the time and I would love some new panties. You can even pick them out, daddy." I smirked as his face flushed at the name. He eventually nodded his head reluctantly and we made our way towards the house, him cussing under his breath about my little comment. The house seemed well kempt and just a bit dusty. Like no one had lived here for years. Which was just what we needed. Daryl motioned that he'd take the back and I nodded to him, agreeing to take the front. I pulled out my gun, now equipped with a silencer, and knife in my other hand while walking up to the front porch. I loved my bow, but it was more practical to use the gun with this close of range. I had officially retired my bow for strictly hunting for food or… just long distance walker hunting.

Opening the front door, I looked around. The house was small, only one story, and the door opened up to a hallway that seemed to have led to a living room. I heard a knock towards the back of the house and I chuckled, knowing Daryl was attracting anything that might be in the house. He'd probably scold me for not doing the same, but I waited and listened. There were a couple groans, indicating that there were indeed walkers inside and they seemed to be in the kitchen towards the back of the house. I slowly made my way into the house, wanting to help Daryl, but also looking out for any zombies who hadn't moved to the back yet. After hearing the whizz of an arrow and the sickening sound of a knife entering decaying body, it got quiet, indicating that there was no other threat. I grinned, knowing he had successfully taken care of them and I could now focus on my surroundings without having to worry about helping him. Noticing two doors in the hall I opened one on my left first. It was a bathroom, with no sight of the dead inside. I ransacked the medicine cabinet over the sink, pulling out some Tylenol and cold medicine, throwing it in my pack before checking the door across from the bathroom, finding a closet filled with jackets, coats, and shoes. This place seemed stocked pretty good. "Devin?" I heard the man grumble from the kitchen, coming into the living room. I made my way over, smiling when I spotted him in the living room now. I gave him a thumbs up and looked down a hallway that I assumed would lead to a bedroom and possibly more closets. "C'mon." I heard Daryl say, taking point and leading me down the hallway toward what I assumed was the bedroom. He knocked on the door, listening carefully before opening up the door and holding up his crossbow. I watched how his back tensed up and mentally cursed the poncho for hiding his arms holding up the weapon. His arms, how the muscles rippled and moved underneath his skin, that was a guilty pleasure of mine I had come to find. Watching how he moved. Lethal like a predator. His personality sucked ass sometimes with how moody he was, but every once in a while, especially if him and I got to talking, he wasn't so bad.

Noticing the bedroom was clear we walked in, looking around. We made our way around the small room noticing that not much of the house was turned upside down. "Think this was some vacation home?" I asked sarcastically walking to the closet to check it out.

"Seems pretty nice to me. Quiet. Away. Good huntin' in the area." Daryl mumbled opening up a dresser in the corner of the room. "Nice lookin' bed." He mumbled more quietly as he rifled through the dresser. I stopped looking in the closet and frowned at him as he started loading up his pack with a few things that could be used. His tone sounded almost sad to me, but I knew he wouldn't want me to point it out. We stayed quiet for the most part as we packed our bags full of supplies.

I found a nice pair of boots, checking the size, before tossing them in Daryl's direction. He looked down at them, giving me an odd look. "You have holes in your shoes. Change 'em up so you don't get a cold this winter." I said, smirking as he unlaced his old boots to put on the new ones. Standing up, I made my way out of the bedroom and to the kitchen to raid the cabinets. There were some canned fruits and spam. Bottled water was in stock too and I almost jumped for joy. We had actual food to bring back to camp with us. Hopefully us being gone longer than we should would be forgiven with everything we were bringing back.

Letting out a sigh I pushed my hair back, leaning my hands on the kitchen sink in front of me. There were no dirty dishes in the sink and it was just a little dusty. The window above the sink was dirty and needed a good dusting. Licking my thumb, I ran it against the window, wiping off dust and grimaced at the amount on my finger. I noticed movement on the other side of the window and squinted my eyes to try and see what was out there. I started to worry, looking for a rag in any of the drawers and finally wiping off the window. I spotted five walkers, stumbling about and getting pretty close to the house. "D-Daryl!" I whispered loudly, turning on my heel to look for the man. He was just coming out of the bedroom, giving me a surprised look. "We need to move. Walkers are headed our way." I murmured, heading towards the front door, Daryl close behind me.

We both made our way out the front door, cautious when walking out. I saw the walkers at the back of the house, but I didn't check the front. Daryl was close behind me, grabbing my arm before I continued walking. "Damnit girl, ya need to be careful." He hissed in my ear, making me shiver. He stayed close behind me, looking around while I did the same. Coast was clear and it was time to move. I jogged out back to the woods and towards the deer we had left behind.

As we got closer to the deer, I watched as Daryl's crossbow went up. Taking his lead, I pulled up my gun, keeping it held up and ready. I let out a small groan of disappointment watching as two walkers were feasting on the deer we had left behind. "Fuck." I growled out, looking to Daryl next to me. He just glared at the walkers, before moving along, motioning for me to follow after him quietly. "I'm sorry…" I whispered to Daryl as we started getting away from the walkers. The man just glared at me, putting his finger over his lips. I followed close behind him, trying to gauge how he was feeling. His kill was… contaminated and now we didn't have a deer to bring back to camp with us. I could sense anger radiating from him by how tense his shoulders were. His eyes widened as he stopped his movements and I gaped at what was in front of us. There were about fifteen walkers, headed our direction and back towards where the house and deer are. We were going to get cornered if we didn't get moving. He grabbed my arm and pulled me back towards where we had just come from, making me worried. "D-Daryl, we're going the wrong way!" I murmured, getting him to tell me to shut up as he tugged me along. He suddenly darted in another direction, back towards the camp and walked around a tree. He yanked off my backpack, throwing it to the ground right next to the tree along with his pack. I raised my eyebrows, spotting the crevice in the tree. It was hollow on the inside and had just enough room for us to squeeze through. I pushed through, huffing quietly as my hips got caught and then I watched as Daryl grunted, having to crouch a bit to get through. Daryl was taller and a touch bigger than I was, but he managed just fine.

My face was red at how close the two of us were. My cheek was almost pressed into his chest and I could smell him. Daryl had a particular scent. One that I found I liked more than I would ever admit. He smelled of motor oil, cigarette smoke, and pine needles, but that was being overpowered by a musky scent at this time. Probably from a lack of shower, but it was still very nice. I flinched, hearing the shuffling of feet in leaves and groaning of the walkers as they got closer. A shuddered breath escaped my lips and soon after I felt a rough, calloused hand clasp over my mouth. I looked up, eyes wide with worry as I stared into the topaz eyes in front of me. His lips were pursed, shushing me quietly, and without thinking I pressed myself to him, wrapping my arms around his lower back and holding him fiercely. He removed his hand from my mouth and stiffened under my hold, but this was the only thing I could think of to prevent myself from hyperventilating. I didn't like being in tight enclosed spaces. I felt vulnerable here. Like I was going to die if these things noticed us. He stayed stiff and awkward, resting one hand on my left bicep gently, trying to offer comfort in the only way he knew how. His right arm held up the crossbow on his shoulder while he carefully studied the space we had squeezed through. I breathed in his scent, trying to think of anything except the shuffling of feet so close to us.

"Doll?" I heard Daryl whisper by my ear, causing me to look up at him. He seemed a little startled at how close our faces were to each other, but he made no move to pull away. Observing his face, I flushed at how handsome he was. He was dirty. He was mean looking half the time. Yet, right now, he looks adorable with his face flushed and the uncertain look in his eye. Pulling my hands to the front of his poncho, gripping tightly, I leaned up on my tiptoes, pressing my lips to his, eyes shut tight. There was no movement from him. He was still frozen in place. It made me a little self-conscious, but I was happy he didn't push me away. His lips were chapped, but had a softness to them. The feel of his facial hair against my chin made me want to giggle, but I held still, moving my lips ever so slightly to get a different angle. I eventually felt him respond to me. It was slow, gradual, his hand shifted slightly on my arm, caressing me there. His lips moving back against mine gently. It was like he was afraid or self-conscious of what he was doing and it was cute. Sweet even. My need for air hit me and I pulled away from Daryl, slowly, my green orbs darting between his lips and his eyes. His eyes were wide and wary, like he was watching an animal that could attack him.

Blinking a couple times, I finally leaned back enough to give him space, becoming more aware of my surroundings. Daryl seemed to have snapped out of it too and looked out of the tree we had been hiding in. "Um, is it safe to go…" I murmured, voice husky.

His eyes flashed to me quickly, blue orbs going to my lips before he just nodded his head and clearing his throat. "Yeah. Let's get back to camp. We're gonna be in deep shit with Rick." Daryl mumbled, squeezing out of the tree first before motioning for me to follow. His voice was just as thick, sending sparks up and down my spine.

I squeezed out after him, huffing as I finally pushed my hips through once again. I looked to Daryl and caught him staring at my ass and smirked. I sauntered over to him, grabbing my bag that he had dangling limply in his hand and shrugged it on, starring at his lips. "Don't worry, angel. I'm sure he'll understand why we were out so late." I pressed my lips to his again, smirking as I pulled away. His ears turned bright red as he just grumbled and turned away, motioning for me to follow after him.

We made our way back to camp in silence. I hummed a tune or two, to pass the time and we eventually found our way back to the camp and to a very pissed off looking Rick. I let out a nervous huff and looked to Daryl who just brought up his thumb to his mouth, tearing at the skin. We watched Rick pace back and forth, running his hands through his hair and talking heatedly to Glenn and T-Dog. Glenn seemed to have spotted us and pointed in our direction and Rick spun wildly, looking at us. "Fuck." The gruff sound came from Daryl, making my face crack into a smile as I let out a full laugh. Daryl peered out of the corner of his eyes towards me and I watched as his face cracked into a smile of his own. The chuckle that resonated from him afterwards made me forget how awkward we were together after our kiss. Things were well. We just had to deal with Rick.

Slowly we made our way over to the group, Rick meeting us half way. "Where the hell were you two? You were gone far too long!"

Biting my lower lip, I tried to look back at Glenn who just held his hands up in a defeated motion. "Sorry man. Went out huntin', got a deer, then found a house an' got supplies." Daryl cut in, filling the silence.

"We brought back clothes… and some canned food from the house. We could have got more, but I spotted some walkers getting close to the house so we made our way back to the deer we had shot and a couple walkers were already chowin' down. To avoid the couple walkers we had seen we started making our way back here, but had to hide because there were about twenty other walkers cutting us off from home… Had to wait for them to pass." I filled in, face bright red as I explained what went down as I was thinking about the kiss. I was really looking forward to another kiss from him again… Hopefully it would happen sooner rather than later.

Rick looked between the two of us, before nodding his head slowly and then shaking it 'no' again and sighing. "What y'all end up getting at that house?" I perked up a bit before explaining that we had gotten some clothes as well as quite a bit of canned food. At least no one would be starving for couple weeks if we could preserve this. The group seemed quite impressed with what we were able to shove into our bags. I showed Lori the thermal long sleeves I got and she just beamed at me, pulling me in a tight hug. These shirts would keep her warm and be comfortable for her growing belly. It seemed our transgression of staying out too late was forgiven. Daryl moved to his bike, avoiding the group to go pack up a bit before we got out on the road. Rick said he wanted to at least get to the next town, one that we have yet to go into, and see if there were supplies and a safe place to stay for the night. We really needed to find a place to say for more than just a night. Traveling was starting to get rough and especially with Lori, getting bigger. I was staring out at Daryl, watching him and his blue eyes flashed to me, Daryl's face instantly turning red. Feeling my face flush as well, I just smiled to him, going back to passing out the contents of our packs before we would be getting ready to get on the road again.

We set out about an hour after Daryl and I had gotten back. I now rode with T-Dog in a nice silver truck we picked up after having to abandon my black one the month back when I hurt my ankle. Beth had offered to drive it, but Hershel didn't approve so it was decided to just leave it. Probably a good idea, considering I couldn't roll up the passenger's side window due to walkers breaking it back when I was trying to get away from the farm. That broken window wouldn't protect passengers from more walkers… so we just left it at the last house and I rode with Glenn and Maggie until we got this one. T-Dog told me now was the perfect chance for me to take a nap, which wasn't a bad idea. I mumbled I'd take him up on the offer as my eyes drifted shut, thinking about chapped lips, motor oil, smoke, and pine needles.

A groan escaped my lips feeling my body shake. I thought I was just waking up from the truck moving so much, but the feeling of someone shaking my arm was to blame. I slowly opened my bleary eyes, vision clouded. "Time to wake up, doll. Hope ya got enough rest. We're gonna need ya." I heard that southern accent and smiled.

"So what's the plan, angel?" I asked in a whisper, sitting up more and turning by body to dangle my legs outside the truck. I noticed Daryl was close to me, trapping me in the cab of the truck. He kept his distance though, not getting too close to me. I blushed, remembering my dream for a moment before shaking my head and tying up my hair.

Daryl noticed my blush and his cheeks flashed pink as well. "Jus got here about ten minutes ago. We're gonna look round town. See what we can find. Plannin on stayin here the night." He explained, taking a few steps back, allowing me to hop down. I grabbed my bow, slinging it around myself then tucking my gun into the back of my pants.

Turning back to him, I smiled, nodding my head in the direction of the group. "Well, then let's get to work." My grin widened and I moved past him, towards the group. I found out that Rick had spotted storage units in town and wanted us to check them out. They could hold valuable items inside and supplies to keep us warm. We were about two blocks away and would walk there, checking out small shops along the way. The whole group would be moving together and once we got to the storage units, Rick, Daryl, and T-Dog would check out the lot they were on before moving everyone else inside to start opening them up.

We trekked towards the storage units, checking out the area around us. It was a nice town… the only thing that worried me was the fact that I hadn't spotted any walkers yet. To some, that would be a good thing, but to me that was not the case with me. It just meant trouble was around the corner… bigger trouble. We had been trying to keep ahead the walker heard since we left the farm and no matter our efforts, there was no end in sight. I noticed Glenn wanted to check out a few stores, but Rick told him once we checked out these storage containers we could come back to these ones. We just needed to take note of these stores and head back to them at a later time. We had finally reached our destination, promptly named "Store It All". It advertised to have storage lockers on the inside of the building in front of us and even had storage lockers inside a fenced off area out behind said building. Sadly, that fence looked like it had better days. This could be a pretty treat for us, especially if the units had warmer clothes and blankets. Looking up at the building I grinned, jabbing my thumb at it. "Alright boys. Get at it. We could have our own storage wars like what used to be on T.V." I heard a laugh from T-Dog as he held his crowbar, gun at his hip, ready to get to work.

Rick nodded his head, motioning for Daryl to follow him and gave Glenn, Maggie, and I a stern look. "Keep good watch. If there's a problem, come inside for help. Hopefully we can clear this place out quickly and get back with y'all."

It really didn't take long at all for them. The three went inside and about twenty minutes later they all came back outside to tell us we were all clear. When everyone moved inside, Daryl secured the door behind us, telling us there were three entrances/exits to the building, one of which was blocked off with desks, chairs, and other office furniture, the door that led to the outside storage units was locked and then wrapped with a chain and lock around the handles, and then the front entrance we waited outside was broken, glass was everywhere, but the door he was currently locking up was what led to the storage units. Rick's plan was for us to open one storage unit at a time, slowly to make sure that nothing could hurt us, and Carl suggested that this is a place where we could stay tonight… or even as more of a solution for us to stay for the winter. Rick had nodded his head slowly at the comment, obviously thinking about it, but not saying no. Rick seemed impressed though, so things were looking up.

After clearing out a couple of the storage units, we were able to set our packs down and set up. The Grimes were in one unit, Beth and Hershel in another, Glenn and Maggie, T-Dog in one by himself, Daryl in another by himself, and then Carol and I decided we would share one. We had opened them up in a zig-zag motion, that way we all still had privacy, but were able to keep tabs on each other from the unit openings. We were settling in for the night after moving our vehicles closer to the building. People would still have to keep watch at all times, but hopefully we were safe enough to where we would be able to actually rest instead of stress out the whole watch.

By the time I had my sleeping bag rolled out and ready with blankets that we had found, emptying out the 6 storage units I was beat and ready for bed. I even had a nap today and was still so tired. All this moving and running around was really taking its toll. On all of us. Daryl and Rick were taking first watch, then Glenn and Maggie agreed to take second watch tonight. I was told I'd be on first for tomorrow night with T-Dog. Seemed like we were going to be staying for a while, and I was just happy about that.

Cracking open my eyes, I let out a small groan, stretching in my new bed. It was damn comfortable I had to admit. I looked over to my bunkmate, smiling as she was still sleeping. It was quiet, making me wonder what time it was. Sitting up, I rubbed my eyes staring out across the way at the still closed off unit. I leaned my back against the stone wall, keeping warm as I listened to the soft snores around me. It made me grin at the sound. Some real rest for the first time in months.

My grin widened, watching a tall figure saunter into my line of sight. Daryl had his bow over his shoulder, shoulders sagged, and a tired look in his eye. I heard Glenn's voice along with Rick's. They must finally be trading off. Here I thought it was already morning. I began to stand up which caught Daryl's attention. I gave him a sheepish smile as he paused a moment, eyeing me skeptically. I was still in jeans, but had abandoned my sweatshirt and usual long sleeves for a tanktop. At least I was warm enough under my mini mountain of blankets. I watched as his eyes flashed over me, eyeing the now visible tattoos on my shoulders and the one on my chest over my heart. I walked over to him, looking towards the front of the building and spotting Rick going inside his unit. Maggie kissed Glenn gently while he walked towards the doors. Maggie turned and spotted me next to Daryl, smirking and giving me a soft wave before joining Glenn. I turned back to Daryl who eyed me a moment, his teeth playing with the skin on his lower lip before walking towards his unit. I followed after him, watching him set his bow down.

"Ain't ya cold, doll?" He asked me as he rolled out his sleeping bag. His unit just had his things in the corner and now he was finally setting up. I was hoping tomorrow when we opened more units we'd find mattresses in them. Those would be a lot better than the cold floor, but I wasn't complaining with how many blankets we had found. I hummed as a response to his question, grabbing the blankets we had left him and unfolding them, tossing them on top of his sleeping bag. He didn't have much, but we were lucky to find a couple comforters. The grimes got one and then Hershel and Beth got the other one. The group then decided to give it to Daryl since he let everyone have first go of everything we had found today in the units. I left that one folded, figuring he'd want that one to cover up in. "Why're you up anyway? Early mornin'. Three or so." He stifled a yawn, watching me move about. Standing up straight, he stopped me, hand on my left arm as he starred at the tattoo there. It was a pastel colored geometric allspice flower with a tree above it, roots reaching down to the flower while the top was green with life.

I blushed as he observed it, pulling my hair off of my shoulder a bit so he could get a better look. "It's the tree of life above an allspice flower… The flower represents compassion, what I need while I care for patients, and the tree of life represents heaven and hell… balance. Life and death." I murmured as his eyes met mine. He traced it gently, his rough pointer finger almost teasing my skin. He then moved me to face him, tugging down the left strap along with my bra, startling me. It was just so he could see the tattoo better. He blushed himself, murmuring a quick sorry as he realized what he had done. I cleared my throat looking up into his eyes. "I've explained this one before…" I murmured, watching as his eyes flashed from the tattoo to my own eyes.

"I know." He whispered as he traced the heart rhythm with his finger, making me turn bright red. Cocking his head to the side, the corner of his mouth quirked upward. "So you like flowers?" He asked, making me let out a small giggle.

I only shook my head, licking my lower lip. "I blame my mom. She loved flowers so I guess it rubbed off on me." I spoke low, grinning at him. "No more flowers, I promise." I brought myself closer to him, making him stiffen only slightly.

Daryl's blue orbs flashed to my lips, causing my body to flush. "You have more?" He asked, causing me to nod my head slowly.

"One on my thigh." I mumbled watching as his eyes flashed downward before going back to my lips. "You want to see it?" I asked, smirking lightly as he quirked a brow at me. I licked my lips, leaning into him, my breath on his ear. "You'll have to take my pants off." I let out a small laugh as his face turned bright red and looked away from me. I placed a finger on his chin, making him look back at me. I looked to his lips then back up to his eyes, pleading him silently to kiss me. How sappy was that?

I watched as his tongue ran over his lips before pressing them to mine. I was shocked honestly. I didn't think he'd make the first move, so I didn't respond initially to the kiss. He pulled back away quickly, anger suddenly crossing his face. "That was stupid." He growled, more to himself than anything. It almost made me laugh as it was my turn to lean forward and press my lips to his now. He stayed still as I was the one pressing my lips to his, willing him to react in some way, like how he was mad at me for not moving. He did eventually kiss me back. Still slow, unsure, but steady. It was fun. Exhilarating even. It made me almost nervous that Carol could wake up and spot us from across the way. My back was up against the wall of the unit, with him hovering in front of me, trapping me there.

I started to feel bold now. Kissing was fun. This was fun. I hadn't kissed anyone in a little over a year, so this was nice. I wanted just a little bit more now. Just a taste. I darted out my tongue, running it over his bottom lip slowly, trying to convince him to let me in. Feeling Daryl pull away, I pouted, looking at him for a sign as to why he pulled back. My chest was heaving, wanting him pressed back against my lips and against me. He wasn't flat out telling me no to this. He must be enjoying this too… It's something. Any-.

My thoughts were cut off when he pressed his body against mine, kissing me deeply. This time his tongue ran across my bottom lip and I opened my mouth, allowing him entrance. Our tongues tentatively played with each other before I started fighting for dominance, pushing back and caressing his tongue with mine. I began to wind my arms around his neck, hands snaking into his hair, tugging at the base of his neck. Daryl's hands had already found a home on my hips, squeezing every so often, and thumbs running small circles over my hip bones. I felt like I couldn't get close enough to this man. I bit his bottom lip, causing him to groan quietly and he pulled away. His pupils were blown and had a hungry look to them. I was panting hard, my chest rising and falling deeply, and my breasts hit his chest with every inhale. Suddenly there were too many clothes between us in my mind. Woah? What kind of thought was that?

I watched as he stifled a yawn and giggled, pulling back a little bit more now. "What, am I boring now?" I asked, faking offence. His face paled as he stammered to correct himself, but I cupped his cheek, making him look at me, a huge grin on my face. "Don't worry, angel. I'm not really mad. You've been working hard so I'll give you some time to rest. We can continue this another time." I winked, biting my lip as his cheeks turned red again. I dropped my hand from his chin, turning on my heel and replacing the strap on my shoulder he had failed to fix himself. As I walked away I looked back at him, rubbing a hand over my ass, patting the muscle gently, licking my lips teasingly. I had to stop myself from laughing at the sight of his jaw hitting the ground.